She says the charge is off, the spark is gone,
That it stays cold no matter how long the car is on,
My touch used to take her to the outer reaches of space and far beyond,
Used to stay on top of this mountain I keep counting but now I’m hardly on,
I used to be able to knock her rings off but now the last thing I can do is get one on,
Not my lack of courage but funds to be able to fit one on, fit one wrong,
So I stay up just to rip one song on the paper I save sure but still it was given wrong,
Feeling like I’m pissed upon even this shit song written on paper I’ve haven’t even written on,
Till I get kissed upon but I can’t remember the last time I haven’t been kissed this long,
Something like since Christmas long can’t stop from feeling like this shit’s wrong,
Where is this song, I think I lost it in the storm,
I stranded outside screamin, “WHERE IS THE WARMTH?”
Stressin me, caressin me, blessed be, Fuck it WHERE IS THE LORD,
I just want the spark back cause my heart’s scratched and charred black where is the chord,
Wouldn’t even know where to put it around my neck or the outlet,
Around this stress so boudnless I can’t help but feel so surrounded,
Dumbfounded with no sleep the discreet sheep keep me from countin,
Full moon I’m howlin, how bout it? Us wolves we mate for life,
Pretty smile with the braids is nice, Tattoo says “Native Pride”,
All the feelings stay inside wait and hide never playin nice,
Enraged my wife holds her mouth from sayin it twice,
Those pills yeah take em twice save my life or take it my wife,
Like a hunter waitin to strike cutting my heart with a serraded knife,
So I found the chord but no outlet so how bout it?
Now it’s wrapped round my neck standing in the chair dare me to jump out it?